Tiny Bells,
Bell-flowers,
We praise the day.
We sing,
We greet with ringing:
The day-ding!
The day-dong.
We love the sun,
The sky and sun,
The shadow bright,
Dreams that delight,
Quiet meadows:
Shady-ding!
Shady-dong.
Float on, clouds,
Oh, bring on the torrents,
A clear day.
Sprinkle us,
Bless us,
Day-ding!
Day-dong.
Let the shadow lie down along the field,
The golden field,
The shadow will lie down.
Let the rye sway –
The rye will smile:
Shady-ding!
Shady-dong.
1917